Although we are far apart,
you in one city, I another,
look to the heavens my love.

The moon begins to wax bright
and takes her rightful place
as sovereign of the night.

And like the rising tide
which longs for her breast
let our spiritual selves move
from their material nests.

and as we look in the sum
of singular light, may our souls
enter, and breathe as one.

I was one to stare at the restless waves,
Hour after hour on the lonely beach
They filled my despair with the promise
Of forgetfulness and permanence.

I listened with soothing anticipation
For the soft crashing on the shore.
An uncluttered world split three ways-
A fine line between the sky and ocean grey

And the jagged graph the retreating waves
Leave in amber on the moist sands.
I sat detached among empty shells
Content that the sea spray filled the air

Pillows pack the pain
Dizziness controls the brain
Blue curtains domain.

Somebody's diary,
discovered in jumble sale,
tells brief anguish tale,
girl search for grail,
friendship acceptance love,
intelligent tenderness,
absence of betrayal.

Love of new friend,
lesbian from beginning to end,
film makers decide expunge,
marketers say is grunge,
too commercial to defend,
advertisers will unfriend,
relationship confounding unread women men,
problematic for school regimen.